This is quite an angst violent story - so if this could be a potential trigger or you're of a sensitive nature then I would suggest you don't read this.
This is my second attempt at a fanfic, but don't expect it to be too fluffy until later.
Oh, and I know it's a short chapter - but it get's the point across.
I sighed as the sun slipped beyond the horizon. I knew it was time to go home, but I couldn't bring myself to go. This was my sanctuary, my haven. I looked around the now darkened meadow with a dull ache in my ribs. I didn't want to leave here tonight, and face the monotonous reality that was waiting for me in the morning. I sighed and dragged myself back to the place I called home.
I let myself in the front door, noticing that Dad wasn't back yet. This was unusual. Charlie always got home before me. The weird foreboding feeling that had been there all day settled in my stomach heavily, making me feel sick. Thankfully the day was almost out.
As I went into the living room I noticed the living room window was as fully open as it could get…my heart pounded as I called out cautiously,
"Hello? Is anyone there?" I picked the first thing that came to hand, which was a heavy book. Brandishing it above my head, I snuck round the corner.
The first thing I noticed was the metallic smell of blood. My head span as I took in the huge puddle of crimson on the cream carpet. As I took in the full picture, the sight that greeted me was horrendous. My father was lying on the floor, drenched in blood, and what I presumed was flesh. I ran to him, kneeling in the blood, gagging against the smell. I had almost lost all sense of hope until I saw his chest rise and fall, very gently. I reached over to cradle him in my arms when a scuffling sound behind me alerted me to the fact someone was in my house. I screamed when I saw the huge man that was heading towards me. The figure grabbed my mouth and gagged me quickly and roughly. The smell of body odour and stale alcohol was permeating what air I could breathe through my nose.
Before I understood what was happening fully, I was tied to a chair. My eyes wild, I tried to look around at the person behind me. When I saw the tall man raise a gun to Charlie's head, I tried to scream but in vain, but only succeeding in gagging harder against the smell and piece of material in my mouth. My struggles were futile, the restraints holding my hands and arms far too tightly for me to even move. A gunshot rang loud and clear in my ears and reverberated around the room. I closed my eyes tight, not wanting to see what this monster had done. I started to cry properly. What was happening? Was Charlie okay? Who was doing this to us? The tall, dark haired, russet skinned man turned to me, and rose from the floor. He tucked the gun back in his jeans, and made his way over to me, a smirk on his face. I stared whimpering, and a flash of annoyance made him smack me hard in the side of the head, I welcomed the darkness that followed.
What do you think? I already have a few chapters of this written, I'm just editing them at the moment. Second chapter should be up this evening sometime. Thanks!
~ AnnieKacal ~